"No..." I whispered. Catching the corner of the wall to try and stop my progress. Though my legs kept determinedly moving.

Kerdan. I heard his voice saying the word again and immediately my mind was filled with visions of him leaned over me. Buried in my body and moaning in pleasure as he rode my flesh.

Images of him kissing down my breasts and over my belly to lathe at my innermost core.

I shook my head. Banishing the images of things I couldn't possibly imagine. Things I haven't experienced before. How could I be seeing them?

Despite every bit of my will my fingers released the wall. Feeling my breasts aching and my nipples pebbling, my hands drifted up to cover my breasts. Pressing on them to relieve the strange ache which was rolling over my body in waves.

"What am I doing?"

"Coming to me. To sate my hunger."

"Stop it! Get out of my head." I growled. Shaking my head so furiously that I saw the blonde waves of my hair tossing in my peripheral.

There was finally a door at the end of the hall.

I realized I was in the master's quarters. Torches danced along the walls. Brightening the corridor under my step.

Warlord's room would be here.

Women were forbidden from this side of the house.

"Not if they're coming to please a man."

"I'm not."

"You are." He argued decisively.

***

Don't turn that handle. I willed myself as I reached the door. My hand landing on the knob against every bit of my desperate attempts to stop it.

"Turn it, Mary. Come in."

I was obeying. And hating every moment of it.

The door creaked open and revealed a room that was impossibly black. No candle burned. The only light came from his gold eyes floating just above the bed.

My eyes adjusted to the dark and I saw his silhouette positioned on his bed precisely as I'd envisioned. He lifted a hand and crooked a finger at me invitingly.

My feet were moving into the chamber long before I was ready.

He waved that hand to the left and the door closed behind me.

Making me jump anxiously.

He sat up. "Come here, Mary."

I swallowed, walking hesitantly around the foot of his bed. My hand dragging over the post and clinging to it a moment before my own body broke my grip. "Please no."

"Stop, Mary Mage." He dismissed. "You know you're curious. Come touch me."

I walked to him and he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and guided me between his knees. His hands lightly rested on my hips over the thin chemise.

My hands rested on his shoulders. Massaging the sinewed muscles of his shoulders. Trailing over his biceps and molding over his bare chest and lower...

Feeling his ridged abdomen and following the line of his smooth hips down to the dusting of hair surrounding the bit of flesh in his lap.

I gripped it. Gasping in shock that I'd done so.

He caught my wrist. His voice coming out raggedly. "Not yet."

He stared up at my blue eyes a moment before nodding to the blonde patch beneath my chemise, tucked atween my thighs. "Touch you."

Unaware what I was doing, I lifted my fingers to lick them. Sliding my hand down my body and finding the soft skin between my legs. I slid my feet further apart to rub myself.

His keen gaze watched the motion of my hand, riveted.

"Your breasts too." He pointed.

I didn't want to but still found my other hand was reaching to mold my breasts. Rubbing it and then lightly pinching at my own nipples. I moaned at the expertise of my own hands. Shocking myself at what they were doing.

"What's happening to me?" I whimpered.

"I am." He said coldly. His gaze shining in the dark as he watched my hands pleasing my body.

***

I glanced down. "What is happening to you?"

I could see the flesh at his groin jutting upward.

"It's what's going to happen to you, Mary." He growled as he caught me around the waist and swept me onto his lap. Rolling onto his back and positioning me atop his thighs.

"Please, don't do this to me, Hawk." I pleaded. Staring down at him.

"What?" He lifted his hands innocently. "I'm doing nothing."

"How is this happening?"

He smirked. White teeth flashing in the dark and I knew that this was his doing.

He's doing something to my body.

"Get on me." He caught his cock and held it still.

"How?"

He released his grip on himself to catch my hips. Guiding them upward and positioning me over the tip of his flesh.

"I'm not doing this." I forced myself up, lifting onto my knees to retreat.

"Kerdan." He whispered.

I lurched forward. Making an objecting sound as I aligned myself over him and then dropped my weight. Shocking myself at the sudden stretching of my body.

He moaned and lurched up as if unprepared for the sudden sensation.